The thunder booms within my dome
Holding my will to sleep underwater
I am an infant,
Trying to weather the storm
As I mock my new found adulthood with fetal tendencies.
The lightening flashes inside my eyes
Revealing the depths of my mortal boundaries
I am a toddler,
Looking for trouble
As I dash wildly into the night.
The wind echoes through my ears
Muffling the memories I pretend to forget
I am a teen,
Searching for the liquor cabinet
As I chug and fall face first to the floor.
The rain pours over my body
Cleansing me of all my mistakes
I am an adult,
Still searching for what is right
As I carry on the only way I know how.
Sep 15, 2009
Sep 15, 2009 at 4:09 AM UTC
There is a florescent glow to the room,
Our energy echoes off the walls.
I am numb,
Floating above the world, I see it all.
My magic carpet ride is the expansion of thought.
I’m lying on the crimson velvet,
Looking up at myself, and I ponder
What is?
What isn’t?
Who
Am
I?
Thoughts, ideas, and revelations erupt from my core.
It hits me like an emotional pain killer,
Nothing makes sense, though everything is understandable.
Life is an unsolvable mystery.
We have not the technology,
We cannot rebuild him,
We have no Sherlock,
There is no magic key.
Tools are gained as we progress,
But regress is our fool.
Being lost is an understatement,
Though finding is our ultimate goal.
Sep 15, 2009
Sep 15, 2009 at 4:08 AM UTC